I think I need some romance in my life in order to get over the married guy. I need a nice single guy to sweep me off my feet.

I saw him again today. (I’ll call him “Dirk” from now on.) He apologised for taking advantage of me and offending me with his advances. However, in the next breath he told me how much he was still lusting after me…

I’m not asking for that much, so I wonder why I haven’t met anyone suitable in the last 26 years. My ideal guy would be:

• • 26-33 years old
• • Taller than me (I’m 5ft5/165cm)
• • Intelligent, but preferably not too intellectual (my time in the uni put me off intellectuals!)
• • Creatively minded, or at least tolerant of my creative urges
• • Slim or slightly muscular (I’ve dated overweight and skinny guys in the past, but I prefer something in the middle.)
• • A bit adventurous (it would be cool to go on foreign holidays, maybe try out rock climbing, horse riding, skiing, and other fun things together)
• • Open-minded with a quirky sense of humour (cos I’m rather strange sometimes)
• • Working with means to support himself (cos I don’t want to be on Judge Judy some day suing his ass!)
• • Thoughtful, generous, romantic, a gentleman
• • with a cute face and squeezable ass!

I’m not asking for much, am I?

Just realised, I may have to adjust my criteria slightly as Daniel Craig is older than 33… oh well, rules are meant to be bent…

Now that’s it’s happened, it feels like it was inevitable, but I promise that I was not planning it.

Feel free to call me a jezebel/slut/harlot/slag/whatever. I’m not proud of myself.

I let the married guy kiss me. I resisted at first, but then a voice inside me told me to let him if he tried to kiss me again. I had been fantasizing about him for so long, that I guess I wanted the fantasy to be real for a moment.

I felt so guilty, and yet so excited at the same time. I had crossed a new boundary, bypassed my morals, forgotten my feminine loyalties and become a sexual deviant (again).

He asked me for my phone number, but I refused to give it to him. He wants to continue our liaison, but I don’t want to be involved in an affair. I don’t want to be a mistress.

It can’t happen again.

As I’m a very naughty girl, yesterday I decided to pass by that cafe at lunchtime and see how the married guy was doing.

He was busy when I arrived, but seemed pleased to see me.

They had changed the format of the cafe and now featured a buffet. I opted for the spare ribs, and got some cheesy potatoes and veg soup too. It wasn’t the best meal I’ve ever had, but I wasn’t only there for the food.

I kept on noticing his small but pert butt in his jeans when he was cleaning tables nearby. Come on guys, there’s no harm in looking!

Later on he asked me how I was, and why he hadn’t seen me in a while. I was vague and mysterious, as appropriate.

As I’d been taking pics of the area earlier in the day, I was reviewing the pics on the LCD when he came back out and looked over my shoulder. He asked me to take one of him, so I did. (For his wife’s sake I won’t display it online, I’ll keep it for my personal trophy collection, lol.)

As soon as I’d paid him for my meal he was called round the back so I left without saying goodbye to him. I started walking back to work when I heard someone calling behind me. I stopped, turned around and saw him running towards me.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” he asked.

“You’re married, I can’t.”

Puppy eyes.

“Look,” I said. “Like I said before, we can be mates, we can hang out, but nothing more than that.”

“Fine. See you around.” He turned around and walked away.

I’ve just finished watching Munich, which I found very moving. Eric Bana was phenomenal. He reminded me of one of my exes (that one).

And Daniel Craig was in his band of assassins, looking broody and menacing. I’m going to watch Casino Royale for the 2nd time tonight, so it was nice to see him again though he wasn’t the main attraction.

Here’s a hot scene in CR, featuring Craig, a beautiful married woman, and the sexiest dress in the world. Enjoy!